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“Alright.. are you guys ready to do this?” Boris mumbled, shoving Cuphead’s discarded straw into his book bag. He sighed as he lifted himself off the pavement, the street lights above them flickering. Shelly suggested they do this, he didn’t even remember what they were after. Something to do with the cameras? Trying not to get caught and compromised by the cameras littering the streets. Boris slung the bag over his shoulder. Taking a good look at everyone. Cuphead was wearing a red dress that went right below his knees, it looked tight on him, white gloves, his soul bubbled over to form liquid-like hair. Shelly was dressed in a similar manner, just her dress was brown, her shell opening had her tentacles out, giving her black inky strings of hair. Both of them were going in with Bendy. Who was dressed.. like a hillbilly but making him too fancy would draw attention. Mugman was dressed in a short blue dress, hardly covered his thighs and it was low cut.
Boris wasn’t sure why he kept staring at the opening of the fabric concealing Mugman’s chest. His dress was just as tight as Cuphead’s was. Except, Mugman’s was a lot more risky. He looks like he’d flash someone if he sat down just right. Boris scratched the back of his neck. Shelly dropped her make-up brush back into the pocket of her dress. She gave two thumbs up. Bendy grumbled something about looking stupid. Cuphead didn’t seem to hear anything, off in his own little world.
Mugman groaned audibly, he’d been frustrated the whole night for no apparent reason. He’d been bitching and whining about everything but when is that not something Mugman did. He seemed a bit happier with the dress. “Yeah, yeah we’re all ready you-.. yes. We’re ready. Let’s go.” Mugman coughed. He took a few steps forward, his heels clicking on the ground. Bendy followed suit with Shelly clinging to his tail so she didn’t wander off. Cuphead took a moment to catch up but once he did he was gone. Got past everyone and skipped somewhere into the dim lit speakeasy. Bendy and Shelly went off to find him to make sure he didn’t blow their cover. Mugman rolled his eyes, he walked into the bar like he owned the place, Boris followed behind him like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. He had his arm firmly locked around Mugman’s. Mugman seemed irritated but didn’t push him away.
Cuphead and Bendy were at the bar, keeping the servers and bartenders distracted, there was hardly any staff considering this sketchy ass place, but Shelly was close to Dandy and Dandy was a blabber mouth. Dandy let slip to her that sometimes stars host shit here and she found a date on his calendar. Shelly knew it was wrong but… she has to do what she has to do. Shelly was wondering around looking at the plants. Where Mugman and Boris came in, Mugman was supposed to try and get close, get whoever came under his grasp. Who could say no to such a pretty lady? Boris was around just in case. Mugman perked up noticing someone off in the distance, he gently pushed Boris’ hand off of his arm and walked toward a booth in the back of the bar. Boris went to take his own seat. Something near the door. Quick and easy. He could hear the faint chatter of Bendy and Cuphead already starting a ruckus. Someone slid in across from him, who he assumed was Shelly but didn’t bother to check. Boris closed his eyes, surely a short nap couldn’t harm anything.
And that was where he’d be wrong. Boris woke up he wasn’t sure how long had passed, he did know that he woke up to a loud bang of a gunshot. He jumped up in his seat, throwing himself out the booth. The bar was in shambles, everyone panicking, from what he could tell, Mugman must’ve snapped and shot someone. Their brains stuck up all the wall. Boris gagged, disgust forming on his face. He threw his hands up and held his maw shut. Cuphead and Mugman were actively still fucking the place up, Cuphead was on top of a bartender, and Mugman was shooting anyone who tried to run. Bendy and Shelly were standing in the opposite corner. Boris just waited until it was done, listening to the repeated groans, screams, and banging. He wasn’t sure when it ended. He opened his eyes again after what only he could describe as an eternity. He tried not focus on the blood and ink staining the walls or the amount of guts that were mushed into puddles on the ground.
Instead he focused on Mugman. Standing in the middle of it all, blood soaked, chest heaving, blue dress stained red. For some reason, Boris could feel a string of heat starting to form in his stomach. He took a deep breath, watching as Mugman basically vibrated in what could only be described as rage. Boris’ face started to flush red maybe from his tears or from how hard he was getting just staring at the porcelain toon who was dripping in blood. Mugman ran his hand over his face. Smearing some blood from his nose. He shuddered with each breath.. why did he do that? He was a mess! Oh this was gross.
Mugman turned over to look at what Cuphead was doing, only to immediately realize Cuphead and Bendy were now on the floor. Drunk out their minds and grabbing at each other like animals. Mugmans head snapped the other way, leaving him to look at Boris. He would’ve never noticed.. if Boris’ face wasn’t so red. His eyes trailed downward, he immediately noticed the problem. The tent in Boris’ pants was very much obvious. Boris noticed where Mugman was looking immediately pulled his hands to cover his growing hard on through his pants. Mugman opened his mouth to say something but no noise came out. He gave a quick scan around the bar, Cuphead and Bendy were too interested in tearing the other up that they didn’t notice anything, Shelly was.. just watching them. Gross. Mugman shook that thought out his head, he took a few quick steps toward Boris, grabbed the mutt’s arm and yanked him into the men’s bathroom, at least he was pretty sure it was the men’s bathroom. It was just the first bathroom he saw. He let go of Boris, turning around to leave. He was just trying to spare him the embarrassment, and from seeing what their two brothers were doing in the room over.
“Wait.. oh f-f ugh.. stay! Stay won’t ya?” Boris pleaded. He wasn’t sure why he was so desperate, so needy but he was so hard it hurt. He grabbed onto Mugman’s bloody arm. Didn’t matter to him now, Mugman already got blood all matted in his fur when he had grabbed him. Mugman looked back and forth between Boris and the door before he finally sighed loudly. He closed the door quickly behind him, he pushed Boris back against the wall of the bathroom next to the sink. Boris could feel his cock twitch hungrily in his pants. He should be repulsed but for some reason seeing Mugman covered in blood was doing things to him he could’ve never imagined. “Oh.. GUH! FINE! But q-quick we need to be quick!” Mugman sputtered, he sounded so impatient. Boris grabbed the straps to his suspenders, which made him realize that.. he didn’t have the bag anymore and he didn’t know where it went. Probably still at the booth. He didn’t have time to focus on that. He dropped his suspenders so they were hung loosely at his waist, working to get his belt off. Mugman grabbed Boris’ hand way too hard before Boris could get it off and yanked the belt from around his waist before he could do so. Mugman let Boris go, hiking his dress up to reveal his underwear. Boris immediately focused on the growing bulge in Mugman’s underwear, the fabric straining against it.
Mugman closed the belt around his stomach area, using it to keep his dress from falling. Boris’ ears picked up, working to pull his overalls down. He dropped the clothing article to the ground. Letting it pool around his feet. Mugman’s hands were shaking, he was either nervous or trying to rush this. Boris grabbed both Mugman’s hands in his, feeling the warming up porcelain. Mugman was steaming and boiling, popping liquid dripped down the side of his face. Boris pulled Mugman into him, freeing up one hand to rest it onto the small of Mugman’s back. He slammed his and Mugman’s hips together. Rubbing their growing erections together with growing need. Mugman let out a small noise of shock mixed with pleasure. His head tilted back. He wasn’t expecting Boris to take control here. Boris crashed his mouth against Mugman’s, tongue pressing with need against Mugman’s lower lip. Mugmans mouth fell open in shock and Boris took that as an opportunity to push his tongue into Mugman’s mouth. He lapped like a needy dog at Mugman’s mouth, exploring every inch he could find. He pressed his hips harder into the porcelains, drinking up every moan and whimper. Boris’ tail lashed behind him, he was so hot.
Boris’ pushed his hand harder into Mugman’s back as the other bucked against him. Their lengths pressed messily against each other. Mugman could feel the wetness of Boris starting to precum, smearing across his own underwear. Boris’ tail curled around Mugman’s leg. He was basically holding the poor smaller toon off the ground. Mugman was standing on his toes yet he was still having issues keeping up with Boris’ demanding height and posture. Boris pulled his mouth away from Mugmans. He could taste the bitter whiskey from Mugman’s mouth, his tongue burned from how hot Mugman was getting. Yet he just couldn’t have enough. Boris let out a small needy whimper. Mugman took a shaky breath, back arched to the point it hurt but it felt so good…